Page 102 of Oblivion
“It’s the truth. You’re like a burning sun, Storm, and standing in your shadow is killing me.”
“No,” I murmured, turning her to me. Tears glistened on her face, my chest constricting at the sight of them. I hated seeing them. I fucking hated myself for putting them there. “Don’t cry.” I wiped the wayward tear from her cheek. “Please, Sunshine. Please.”
“I don’t even know why you’re here, Storm,” she whimpered. “I don’t know what it is that you want from me. One day you hate me, the next you want me, the third one you’re ignoring me and then you go and say those things.”
She tried pulling away from me, but I wouldn’t let her.
“Why are you here?” she asked, whispering as if somebody else could hear her.
“Because I can’t stay away from you. Because you belong to me as much as I belong to you.”
“Storm.” She chuckled brokenly. “This is not how people behave when they belong to each other.” Her head lifted, her eyes landing on mine. “This is not what love is supposed to feel like.”
“Phee.” I caressed her face, her soft skin. “This ache that I feel in my heart, this expansion of my lungs every time you walk by, this is what love feels like. And I might not know how to say it or how to show it, but I’m begging you. Don’t give up on us.”
“I wasn’t the one that gave up,” she murmured, tracing patterns on my chest. “You did. You pushed me away this time. You decided I wasn’t good enough, and I’m just listening to what you asked of me.”
“Baby—”
“It’s okay, Storm.” She smiled, pushing me down on the bed. She straddled me, her center rubbing against my crotch. “I just,” she took a deep breath, “I want this one night. One night where it’s only you and me. One night where the outside world doesn’t exist.”
She pressed her lips to my sternum, dragging them down my body, all the way to my stomach.
“Sunshine,” I groaned as her fingers played with the waistband of my boxers, tempting me, pushing me to the brink.
Her tongue came out to play, licking the path of my happy trail, slowly lowering down my underwear, until my dick bobbed out, aching, ready for her.
The wicked smile on her face as she looked up at me made my heart beat like crazy. The fastenedthump-thump-thumpin my ears made it hard to concentrate. As she kept pushing my boxers lower and lower, I lifted my ass, allowing her to remove them altogether.
They landed at my ankles, and I kicked them off, careful not to move her, not to break the spell.
Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, pulling a grunt from my lips.
“Phee.” I moaned her name like a prayer rolling off my tongue. Her blond hair fell down like a curtain, and my hands itched to touch her, to feel her, to see if this was real.
I fisted her hair in my hand, her lips parting in a moan as I pulled harder, but like an eager little kitten, she dove, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock.
“Fuck!” I could feel her tongue circling around the head, pressing against the vein that ran on the underside of my member. “Yes, baby,” I moaned, throwing my head backward.
Her hand couldn’t close around my cock, and as if she had done this a thousand times before, she wrapped both her hands around me, dragging them up and down in the same rhythm as her head bobbed, driving me to madness.
“Oh, God!” I yelled out as she hollowed her cheeks, taking me deeper and deeper with every new movement. My hips had a mind of their own, pushing up into her hot mouth. Tingles raced all over my body, settling deep in my groin.
“Ophelia.” I pushed her head back, her lips releasing me with a loud pop. “Turn around, baby girl. I need you to sit on my face.”
“W-What?”
“Take off your underwear, Phee.” I grinned, satisfaction coursing through me when she started doing exactly what I asked. The wet spot on her white panties told me everything I needed to know—she wanted me as well.
In one swift movement, I turned her around, her pussy right in front of my face. My fingers dragged from her stomach, all the way to her pussy, while her hips swiveled on top of me.
“Get down to business, darling.” I chuckled as she waited for me to start.
“Storm,” she moaned as my thumb pressed softly against her clit. “Please.” Her head fell down, her hair caressing my throbbing cock, and I pushed my hips higher, needing her mouth on me.
I grabbed her hips with both hands, pulling her closer to me, and as my lips closed around her swollen clit, she gasped, squeezing my cock in her hand.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice vibrating against her center.
